pound into her, taking his own satisfaction, grinding against her with a groan as he came and bringing her with him yet again.
Max felt like a puddle of melted wax when he sank down onto the bed next to her and pulled her tight against him.
“That was… wow,” she said softly, her hand playing lightly with the hair on his chest as she snuggled even closer.
Rafe laughed and kissed the top of her head. “I can live with wow. Just so long as you realize you now belong irrevocably to me.”
Max kissed his chest. “Yep, and the same goes for you, buddy,” she said with a yawn followed with a soft snore.
* * *
When Max woke, she wriggled her body experimentally against Rafe’s larger frame; he merely snored louder and pulled her tighter against him in response.
She smiled, the satisfied smile of a woman well loved. Her body was deliciously sore in unexpected places and she could still feel the gentle thrum of her climaxes pulsing between her legs.
Rafe had done exactly as he’d promised her. His possession had been ruthlessly thorough, and even now in his sleep he clutched her tightly as if to prevent her escape.
His claim made her feel so complete, she almost felt branded. With a sigh, Max touched his cheek, softly wondering if it truly went both ways… knowing if it didn’t she would be emotionally eviscerated.
Max wanted to believe in the happy ending as much as the next girl, to give herself completely… trusting Rafe was the real deal, but did it have to feel like jumping off a skyscraper without a safety net?
Chapter Six
Max floated on air the next day at work and soared through the skies with Rafe as her guide the next night. He made love to her throughout the night, not letting her fall into an exhausted slumber until it was almost dawn.
She was amazed by the energy pulsing through her body when she got up for work even with so little sleep. Max grinned saucily up at Rafe as she passed him on her way out of the bathroom. “They should bottle you and send you out for mass marketing! That morning drag getting you down? Who needs energy drinks? Just take a Rafe all night long and you’ll be in fighting form when you wake ready to face the day!”
Rafe growled under his breath, giving her a light slap on the bottom to propel her out the bathroom door.
Max turned in the doorway with a pretend look of surprise. “Feeling under the weather, sugar? I guess I wore you out, perhaps we should get you some vitamins or you should eat some Wheaties… noooo!”
Max screamed with laughter as he suddenly tossed her over his shoulder, tickling her all the way to the bed, where he dropped her unceremoniously with mock sternness. “Get ready for work, young woman. None of this tomfoolery!”
“Spoilsport!” she yelled as he went back into the bathroom to take his own shower.
Max sighed wistfully. If he weren’t such a stickler for being on time, she would join him in the shower and… “Uh-oh… two nights and I’m a nympho!”
Laughing to herself, Max finished getting ready for work. She decided she didn’t care if she was a nympho; no woman would with Rafe Jennings in her bed.
* * *
Max was humming to herself when Rafe buzzed her on the intercom. “Maxine, meet me at the truck. We’re going to lunch.”
“Okay,” she said with a grin and barely managed to keep from leaping from her desk in full song. I feel pretty… I feel pretty… see the pretty girl in that mirror there… What mirror where…
“Max, did you finish the report on Cummings Diesel?”
She jumped; thank goodness she hadn’t been singing out loud! “Hi, Bob! Here it is, see you later, I have a hot date!” Max grinned at him after handing over the report and grabbing her purse. “See ya after lunch!”
Rafe was already sitting in the driver’s seat when Max climbed in next to him. She frowned; he didn’t turn to her with a kiss or even a smile.
“Is something wrong?”
“We’ll talk about it